Scarcely had he got in than, excited by anger, he began to write. He continued the adventure began by Madame Forestier, heaping up details of catch-penny romance, surprising incidents, and inflated descriptions, with the style of a schoolboy and the phraseology of the barrack-room. Within an hour he had finished an article which was a chaos of nonsense, and took it with every assurance to the Vie Francaise.
The first person he met was Saint-Potin, who, grasping his hand with the energy of an accomplice, said: "You have read my interview with the Chinese and the Hindoo? Isn't it funny? It has amused everyone. And I did not even get a glimpse of them."
Duroy, who had not read anything, at once took up the paper and ran his eye over a long article headed: "India and China," while the reporter pointed out the most interesting passages.
Forestier came in puffing, in a hurry, with a busy air, saying:
"Good; I want both of you."
And he mentioned a number of items of political information that would have to be obtained that very afternoon.
Duroy held out his article.
"Here is the continuation about Algeria."
"Very good; hand it over; and I will give it to the governor."
That was all.